Piscans Interruptus
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.
Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts.
Peter wanted a smoke.
a haiku poem
‘How the Hell did he get up there?
I waited impatiently for my computer to shut down.
It’s never been easy working in the same place where Mom died.
Officially, the Marcy Bell was a salvage rig, licensed for Canadian and international waters but not American.
Rod in hand, I went to the lake
Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor.
Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass.
“Goddam it,” Rita O’Neill said as she let the curtains slide back into place.